Testo GPS

Feezy

Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down the brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
Nigga got spanked, his man tryna hype him
Get this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him? 300 in the clip like a—, uh
300 in the clip like a Chrysler

He say he your man, he ended up folding
Cut off the alarm, the garage door open
"Xan fell off," the fuck is you smoking?
Don't fuck with these niggas, that’s how I be coping
Ran it up, I got two beats from Dolan
Free car, bitch, you know that bitch stolen
Yoo-de-lee-he-hoo, the Glock get to yodeling
I sold your man huff, he ain't even open it
I kept that shit in the street, you can get left when we meet
I censored the Glock, bleep
Bad little bitch, she petite
(I'ma flood the Philippe) Wrap it up, fold it up
Wrap it up, fold it up, neat
Imagine your plug named Luis
(I need a QP)
I'm counting up Jackson's, he
I'm hanging out the window, wee
I got some Wockt' in my pee
I get her lit, I get her wild
I got a big Glock on me now
Big .45 Nigga we go "Ka-blaow"
I watch how you move, I'm peeping your style
I walk in the house, give me all the loot
My OG shooting shit like uncle Drew
"What do you take?" Bitch, a W
Click at your mans, we gon' bug at you
"Hold on, this nigga Xan crazy
It's like five of us and one of you"
I don't give a fuck, it's more targets to shoot
I'm uppin' a Glizzy, I'm robbing a few
Most of these niggas be bitches
Most the lil' niggas, they ain't bothering you
I feel like a star, bitch, I'm 'bout to shoot
Back-door move, think we in Kahoot

Internet gangster, he tryna get clout
Break down the brick like Wreck-It Ralph
Backdoor the plug, shit, wrong house
On GPS it say it's the right one
Nigga got spanked, his man tryna hype him
Get this shit in the streets, why I gotta type him?
300 in the clip like a—, uh
300 in the clip like a Chrysler